Lyrics:
flows tryna rock my shit
Seats gon recline when she top my shit
Phone down god damn had to lock my shit
Bad to worse
Baby come here put the glock in your
' feelings, bitch get out yo' feelings
Just because my money longer than yours
My weed stronger than yours
I'm still slammin' foreign doors and fuck all
put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
(Lil Wayne)
Well correct me when I'm worng
aint gonna be loosin/ cuz i no fi sho it aint goin down like that
when im pimpin them girls in ma poniac/ but fuck that i aint gonna floss
shit its yo
buck in yo' head while you beg on your knees, uh
Plenty of bustas been put in the morgue
And they chillin' down in the cold freezers
Teflon
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in
you posted down, as pocket change
Put your posse in position, that's what bosses do
And get back up if you encounter a lil' loss or two
Ooh, I be
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-T-Raw, I been a dog, so gone let a nigga bone
'Cause I can tell by
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
bankroll Yo Gotti
Hope these opps don't get out they body
My whole life I been a son of a gun, that's why I gotta keep a gun in my pocket
Know what I'm
Straight up, nigga
Motherfuckin' Southside, nigga (word up)
Brooklyn, what
We gonna do it just like this man
Straight to your whole area (yo, yo
beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap (yeah)
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap (2 Chainz)
Okay now Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, put it in your kidney
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
Of the way you put it down
You really got me trippin'
Hold up baby girl
Don't talk just listen
Let's just make love
Girl for the last time
Yep I said
look like your dad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tunechi, I must say, job well done yeah
And I just told my main thing
"Since you my main thing
You can turn yo
Put your hands up its a stick up
Put my dick in her mouth now she got the hickups
Used to work at magic city
Now she work at pinup
Blounts in
a 83' Benz
If you got murderers in yo family put cho' blunt in the air
Flippin' and dippin' me and yo chicken, it's a family affair
[Hook: Pimp C]
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head
put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Take it ???
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got
how the fuck he got those
Stop claiming that bitch boy you going out sad cause nigga she not yours
Mane don't be pullin up to the trap tryna get yo
double i'll triple the pack
Sold alotta shit but never crack
Call me yo gotti i got that sack Ms. run down yo shit but i've never ran track
You give him
that on baby
Cause i put it on
Cause i put it on baby
Everybody wanna be a thug
Nigga ran off on the plug
Hate when a nigga try ta judge
Get yo ass
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